Testo Lose Control - Freddie Gibbs
Testo della canzone Lose Control (Freddie Gibbs), tratta dall'album ESGN - Evil Seeds Grow Naturally
Shit, for real
It really ain't no pressure, baby (Yeah, pressure)
I'll take you where it's good weather, baby (For sure)
What you think about (Uh) letting go (Yeah), letting go? (Uh)
Girl, lose control (Uh)
It really ain't no pressure, baby (Yeah)
I'll take you where it's good weather, baby (Yeah)
What you think about letting go (For sure), letting go? (Yeah)
Girl, lose control (Uh)
Tell me what you know about it
Fell asleep in the project and woke up on an island
I'm ice cold with a cold piece as my co-pilot
That baby face with a killer body, she '
Bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, 'bout it)
And if I play my cards right, she might stay
I'm tryna work on treatin' you the right way
I hope you forgive me for all the bullshit
'Cause ain't nobody else in the world I'd rather go through it with
Got plenty G's, Bentley keys, all you
Girl, let's hop a flight and pick a mall that we can ball through
Baby, I got plenty G's, Bentley keys, all you
Girl, let's hop a flight and pick a mall that we can ball through
Tell me how it feel
It really ain't no pressure, baby (Uh, yeah)
I'll take you where it's good weather, baby (For sure)
What you think about letting go (Uh), letting go?
Girl, lose control (Lose control, baby, yeah)
It really ain't no pressure, baby (Uh)
I'll take you where it's good weather, baby (Good pressure, baby)
What you think about letting go (Let it
Let it go), letting go? (Let it go)
Girl, lose control (Uh)
I just wanna make her feel good
She workin' that wheel and I'm twistin' up a 'Wood
Sleep at night, in the early mornin', we gettin' to it
Wake up somewhere we ain't never seen' where the sea the bluest
Lately, I been thinkin' 'bout growin' up
'Cause I could lose her if I fuck around
I'm fuckin' up, I go from state to state and town to town
But in the end, I need a real one to hold me down
So hold me down, I got plenty G's, Bentley keys, all you
That don't mean a thing if I ain't got you to come home to
'Cause, baby, I got plenty G's, Bentley keys, all you
But that don't mean a thing if I ain't got you to come home to
Tell me how it feel
It really ain't no pressure, baby (Uh, yeah)
I'll take you where it's good weather, baby (For sure, alright)
What you think about letting go, letting go?
Girl, lose control
It really ain't no pressure, baby
I'll take you where it's good weather, baby
What you think about letting go, letting go?
Girl, lose control
I'm so happy that you're here with me
Could've been anywhere in this world, but you're here with me
And it
It really ain't no pressure, baby (No pressure)
I'll take you where it's good weather, baby (Ooh)
What you think about letting go, letting go?
Girl, lose control (Control)
It really ain't no pressure, baby (Go)
I'll take you where it's good weather, baby (Ooh)
What you think about letting go, letting go?
Girl, lose control
Yeah, I just wanna make you feel good
Yeah, I just wanna make you feel good
Yeah, I just wanna make you feel good
Yeah
Ayy, nigga, I remember that Christmas, nigga
Nigga, Gangsta Gibbs came through, fucked with a nigga
Nigga, my kids, nigga, know Gangsta Gibbs
That's a real nigga on the set, nigga
When your, when your nigga know your kids
Nigga, that's love, nigga, when your kids know that, nigga
You feel me?
Nigga looked out for a nigga, for my kids, nigga, on Christmas, nigga
When I ain't have it, nigga
Nigga came through and looked out for a nigga
On the real, nigga
Know your nigga family, my nigga, if that's your nigga, nigga
Know that nigga kids, nigga, if that's your nigga
Real niggas do real things, homie
This ain't no motherfuckin' rap
This ain't no motherfuckin' poem
This ain't no motherfuckin' none of that, nigga
This right here is Lil' Sodi, nigga, from the heart, nigga
Real nigga shit, this shit really happened, nigga
This shit really happened, nigga
Yeah, I met a lot of niggas fuckin' with Gangsta Gibbs
A lot of niggas that was scared of me
Gangsta Gibbs broke the door open
And still brought a nigga in, you feel me?
'Cause he a gangster just like me, nigga
How you gon' fuck with me and don't fuck with me?
That nigga like me, nigga, that nigga me, nigga
You feel me, nigga?
Straight like that, nigga, brothers from a different mother, nigga
Real nigga spill
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